Category: Recover from painful breakups

36C (96.8F)... Ya know I gotta say it. It's so bloody hot today. 39.1C in Hobart last Friday was bearable - a sleepy city by the ocean, cooled by the sea breezes (even it it was a chokingly hazy breeze, thick with the smoke of countless wildfires burning Tasmanias forested areas to the bare earth). … Continue reading so hot right now…

It's New Years already. Where the heck did that come from! The past few months have flown by and it's only 6 weeks or so til I get back! (this is a rather negative get sh*t off my chest post, so feel free to skip...) In case you havent been paying attention, I made it … Continue reading more ebbs than floes…

Well I'm off again ... after a short 10 days home in country Australia ( which saw both fantastic heavy rainfall and storms and a visit from Prince Harry and the missus) I'm just now departing Hobart on the good old orange icebreaker - Aurora Australis - for another summer stint at Davis Station on … Continue reading Enroute…

Has it really been a month already? Sorry about that - I've been busy doing and not writing about doing for a change. Lets catch up. Hows life with you? Great to hear! Me? I'm currently in Istanbul, Turkey taking the long way home via Turkey and Nepal before heading back down to Antarctica in … Continue reading city of cats…

... so where was I? OK. Oradea. Stunning place. I step a long half meter down to the platform - Ms Shittypants has waited til last to leave as well. We carefully avoid eye contact as we hit the concrete: thankfully she is quickly lost in the crowded station. The station is tiny! Pushing through … Continue reading stinkyman… (2 carriages : 1 bitch part 2)

Yep there's a good reason I haven't been writing lately: too many Dad jokes and awful puns bouncing around in my brain. I'll quietly get them out of the way while I check out a coffee shop Oana recommended - OVRIDE coffee in the Timişoara City Centre. It's buzzing here, almost as much as my … Continue reading Roam-ania…

...creatively, I can only seem to function in crisis mode. When things are going along nicely, my little dark wordy well of hopelessness and despair runs dry, along with any desire to write or create or share. 'Thank Fuck! - keep your whiny bullshit to yourself', you cry. Fear not and rest assured, Dear Reader, … Continue reading Here’s the thing…